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Friday, September 13, 1912: Found a pocket knife on the way to school this morning. Wonder who lost it?

We chose our class colors this week. Think it was last Wed. They are maroon and gold. They don’t suit me very well. I preferred to have green and white, but didn’t get them.

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

It’s too bad that Grandma wasn’t able to convince her classmates that green and white would be better class colors. . .though two schools that I attended had maroon and gold (or orange) as their school colors so I have somewhat of a personal affinity for the maroon and gold.

Now that I think about it, I don’t think that we had class colors—just school colors. Does anyplace still have class colors?

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We chose class colors when I was in school in the 1960’s. I think we did that because our school colors were orange and white. So our class sweaters and winter jackets were royal blue and white. I still have my sweater. Here in Florida the kids just buy a sweat shirt hoodie with the school colors and name on it from Walmart.

Our school colors were orange/black/white. I still have a hoodie windbreaker but it’s pretty small (we thought we needed to diet then LOL). The Maroon and gold sounds pretty regal and probably popular in the day.

I actually have never heard of class colors, just school colors which were black and gold. At my school, we did have a class motto or quote, which was voted upon (I believe), and was featured on the graduating class year book. :)

What will Grandma do with the pocket knife she found? Will she try to locate the owner? Does she have a use for it? Someone’s loss may be her gain. It doesn’t seem too exciting to her that she found it, but I wonder if the owner is bemoaned his loss?

Hello

I look forward to sharing my grandmother's diary with relatives and friends. Helena Muffly (Swartz) kept a diary from 1911-1914. She was 15 years old when she began this diary. I plan to post these entries one day at a time—exactly 100 years after she wrote them. I hope you enjoy this glimpse back to a slower paced time.

The header is a picture of the farm where my grandmother lived when she wrote this diary. It is located in Northumberland County in central Pennsyvlania about a mile outside of McEwenvsille. My father said that the buildings look similar to what they looked like when he was a child.